Spose - Still Preposterous lyrics

[Intro] I toe up under city lights [Verse: Spose] I'm still preposterous, Smokey oesophagus Watch me make an omelette with sausages on top of it You won't I'm not from the south; quite the opposite In january three degrees like a doctorate Man, look at Spizzy-Spose He thinks he's so cool Look at his wrists and lack of neck-a-lace with no j**els Lets get retarded: Go drool With some alcoholics, so f** your O'Douls On stage drunk; Flat out rude When there's ice-storms here, we get black-outs too - OH! Next to Vermont we're the smokiest around Clam buckets, dank nuggets up in copious ammounts I never f** a clock; I'm not in to doin' time But my rhymes been sublime since listening to nevermind Nevermind 'Till I blow-up or grow-up I'll live a sh**ty life And then toe up, I get toe-up under city lights [refrain] ("I get toe up under city lights" all chopped up to the beat) [Verse: Cam Groves] I've got my: Beer in backpack Weed in crack-hat Extra-tall resin tip, I'll show you where I stashed that My rhymes pack heat, better duck Quack Quack, like you're Aflac Girl i wanna see that a** clap, cause I'm looking for a round-of-applause Any way that I can get it, so get down in them drawers Now every time I'm laying down a track I get toe-up like I was lying on my back We can rap in Maine (Maine) It ain't hard to do (do) Still no grill, (nah) just a barbeque Spose and Cam Groves (Who?) will be next Putting Maine on the map like a G-P-S I'll be on stage screamin' (screamin') All the people in the place, would you throw it up if you're bulimic I'm trying to make that sandpaper; Keep it gritty, right? And i get toe (ah-I get toe up) under city lights [refrain]